#got a pizza and candy and halloween/horror movies

[moonlight-prose]

happy halloween!! since i didn't put together a sleepover fast enough, i figured why not do something small.

send me a 🎃+ a character and i'll write you a short blurb!

[jeridandridge]

Happy Haunts

Melissa Schemmenti is a tough cookie. Until she watches a horror movie.

When you got to work on this particular stormy Halloween you didn’t expect to run around the entire school looking for a child dressed as Thanos, but here you are dressed in your best Captain Carter costume going through the halls with Melissa.

“Okay this stagnant chocolate smell is making me wanna barf.” You groan bringing your arm up to cover your nose.

“This kid thrives on chaos that’s for damn sure.” The redhead nods eyeing you slyly. Your toned arms were on full display in your tight shirt, the material complimenting your body well. “So, what are your plans for tonight, Cap?”

Chuckling you glance at the scarlet witch with a smile. “Well, I’m third wheeling with Jacob and Zach. We’re going to a haunt and I’m almost certain Jacob will run out. What are your Halloween plans with Mr. Year round candy guy?”

Having a crush on a coworker was hard, but it made it even more difficult knowing she was dating someone, especially a guy that was so irritatingly nice like Gary.

Melissa chuckles, immediately sobering at your question. “Gary? He’s a nice guy, but it didn’t work out.” She shrugs.

“Oh.” Is all you can say. That was new information and you felt bad for thinking it, but you were glad it hadn’t worked out between the two. Maybe you could grow some guts and finally ask the redhead out.

After following trails of candy wrappers and chocolate baby Thanos is found by Chad, and his reign of terror over Abbott is finished. Now in the break room after dismissal you sit with your plastic shield on the table with a cup of coffee in hand watching the rain splatter the window.

“Hey Captain,” Melissa gets your attention, purse slung over her shoulder, “How’s about you let the scaredy cats go to the haunted house and you come get scared with me?”

“Are you calling yourself scary, Mel? ‘Cause I don’t buy it.” You tease grabbing your own bags ready to leave. The idea of spending more time outside of work with Melissa had your heart fluttering in your ribcage. The little crush you had since you started teaching at Abbott went from a spark to a roaring fire fast, and now, thanks to class prep and staff meetings. it may be time to act.

“We can hand out candy and watch something scary.” Crimson lips turn into a smile that you’ve only ever seen on the Cheshire Cat.

“What kind of wine should I bring?”

“Red, six o’clock. Don’t be late.” She shoots you a smile over her shoulder.

She might as well be a real witch with the hold she has on you already. In the couple hours you had between work and Melissa’s, you went home to freshen up, opting to stay in your costume for now and being a change of clothes for later just in case the night went late.

At six o’clock on the dot you knock on the paper ghost covered door with a bottle of red wine in gloved hand, chuckling at the sound of scared squeals from kids down the street. “Let me in there’s monsters out here!” You joke.

When the door opens Melissa’s there in all her scarlet witch glory sans her boots. Taking in the sight you can’t help but smile. “Oh my god, Mel.” You laugh adoringly. “Without the boots you’re just adorable. You don’t have the threatening witch look.”

The redhead rolls her eyes adoringly opening the door wider. “Quiet, muscles. I’m giving my feet a break before the kids start coming.”

Following her in you close the door kicking your boots off already enjoying the warmth and smell of the house.

“What’s that smell? My mouth is watering.”

Cape flowing behind her the redhead goes to the oven letting out a wave of warm air as she pulls out a pan of pizza.

“Margherita mozzarel.” She smiles sliding the colorful pizza onto the wooden tray.

You shake your head with a smile moving to wash your hands at the sink. “How did you manage that in just two hours?”

“Magic, hon.” She winks rotating the tray as she cuts into the dough, your breath catching in your throat.

“Where are your glasses?” You hum reaching for the wine bottle trying to distract yourself.

“Right here,” her voice is soft, her hand even softer as she holds onto your arm to reach past you to the cupboard. Bringing two glasses out between her fingers Melissa smiles setting them on the counter beside you. It’s like she was doing it on purpose.

Dinner eaten and two glasses of wine in, you and Melissa are chuckling away on the front porch handing candy out to the kids. When you see her shiver slightly from the cool air, you wrap your arm around her shoulders gently running your thumb over her skin. “These rugrats are slowing down, feel like going back in?” You ask knowing she has a movie planned.

“Yeah,” Melissa smiles warmly at you, standing up with an empty candy bowl. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

Your breath catches in your throat, eyes wide as you duck your head, all of a sudden very worried about tripping as you follow her into the house.

“You know, these movies can get scary.” She teases you.

“Yeah,” you chuckle nervously, “yeah, movies.”

As you change out of your costume in Melissa’s bathroom, you lean against the door taking a breath. She was teasing you, that’s all it was. You two were having a fun night as friends. Clad in your sweatpants and a Flyers t-shirt you meet Melissa back in the dim living room chuckling when you see what’s ready to go on tv.

“This all you got Schemmenti?” You tease sitting next to her, Laurie strode paused on the tv screen.

“Hey, Michael is horrifying okay.” She argues sprinkling the flavor seasoning over her popcorn.

“There’s no way you’re afraid of these movies, Mel.”

“I’m not,” she scoffs playing it off, patting the cushion next to her, “I’m thinking about you. Now sit your cute ass down.”

Rolling your eyes you sit shoulder to shoulder as the eerie music starts, smiling when you catch Melissa looking at you.

“Watch the movie, scaredy cat.” You whisper reaching over for a piece of popcorn.

As the movie continues you both move slowly, fingers reaching into the popcorn bowl cautiously as the stormy night on the tv screen unsettles you. When a thud comes through the speakers Melissa flinches almost dropping the bowl.

“Dolce Gesú!” She lets out in Italian looping her arm with yours. Pink nails dig into the skin of your forearm making you hum in protest. Slowly pulling away you reach back wrapping your arm around her shoulders instead holding her close. Smelling the wine mixed with her make up from the day you can’t help but smile.

The Halloween classic continues, and at some point you end up laying on the couch, Melissa practically on top of you with her face hidden in your neck.

“You can’t have sex while a killers on the loose!” Her muffled voice comes out, soft breath against your skin making you laugh.

“They’re horny teenagers, Mel they didn’t get the memo.”

Throughout the rest of the movie Melissa plays peek a boo with the screen, using you as a human shield. Eventually your hand finds her back. Fingers moving lazily against the warm fabric you sigh contently enjoying this feeling, grateful that Melissa is comfortable enough to be this vulnerable with you. Before you know it, the eerie piano plays again as Melissa rests her chin on your shoulder meeting your eyes.

“I have a confession to make, hon.”

“What’s that?” You ask quietly, a dazed smile that you couldn’t help on your lips.

“I’m not afraid of scary movies.”

Taken aback for a moment you look into jade eyes, pupils dilated and looking at you with nothing but pure admiration.

“You- so this-“ you stammer, a soft chuckle rumbling in Melissa’s chest you can feel against your body.

Resting her hand on your hip the redhead tips her head up kissing your cheek.

“You’ll figure it out, hon.”

Mind going a mile a minute you lay there stunned until you feel her lips on your cheek. “Wait, Was this a date?” You ask quirking a brow feeling totally stupid.

Melissa smiles moving to hover over you.

“I thought it was. Do you want it to be?”

Instead of saying anything, you sit up, hands on the older woman’s hips as you lean in placing a soft kiss to her lips. It doesn’t turn into anything else then, you both exploring new ground cautiously, hands moving slowly until your arms are around her waist.

“You could’ve asked me out.” You chuckle keeping your arms around her. “You didn’t have to act scared over a movie.”

The redhead playfully rolls her eyes gently cupping your cheek.

“Not that I’m complaining.” You lean in nuzzling your nose against hers.

There’s a comfortable moment of silence at the simple action, Melissa’s fingers playing with your hair.

“Alright, hon. How’s about we go on a real date this weekend?” She suggests.

Smiling softly you nod keeping your hands on her hips.

“It’s a date.”

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fall/halloween bakery special

hello bunnies! i wanted to do something a little special for halloween/fall season! it's hare's favourite season so i've grown to love it a little more. basically these are special prompts that can be combined with the regular bakery prompts. but these ones are more geared towards the fall season! this is more like a halloween party rather than a bakery, but still it'll be fun!

these prompts will be closed on novemeber 2nd and be posted between now and until i finish writing them all! these will be posted on top of regular bakery orders so please feel free! and happy halloween!

what i'll write for: formula one, call of duty, haikyuu, jujustu kaisen, marvel & dc

DESSERTS

ghost s'mores dip: "i really appreciate that you're getting into the halloween spirit, but it's ten in the morning. please turn off the slasher films so i can eat my breakfast in peace."

zombie brain cupcakes: "stop squirming, you're gonna mess up your face paint!"

vampire poke cake: "what happened last night?"

witch finger cookies: "i hate this time of year, i'm always so fucking cold!"

chex-mix: "did you go as a whore this year, or did you just forget a costume?"

all-dressed chips: "i'd propose right now. but not while you're wearing this."

pumpkin patch brownies: "you should've worn something a little thicker. you're going to catch a cold."

candy apples: "alright, let's get you home."

dirt pudding: "I hate horror movies, can't we watch something else?"

pepperoni pizza: "i wonder if that mascara will run when i'm finished with you."

ghost cookies: "they had how many shots of tequila?"

dead velvet cake: "we can't fuck right now. we have to hand out candy!"

nacho dip: "seeing you with those kids makes me want one."

chunky treat bars: "i'm getting you pregnant."

hocus pocus rolls: "next year you're wearing something that covers more."

candy corn: "i'm not jealous!"

ghostly cheesecake: "i got a broomstick you can ride on."

mummy hand pies: "be careful of the full moon!"

spider web pops: "the costume is meant to be scary, not cute."

DRINKS

sprite: semi-public sex

coca-cola: costume sex

doctor pepper: university au

fake-blood: vampire au

hot cider: werewolf au

jell-o shots: drunk sex

pepsi zero: rough sex

haunted lemonade: size difference/kink

peach juice box: filming/recording

poison apple punch: outdoor sex

pumpkin sangria: pregnancy

hot cocoa: gentle/soft sex

witch's brew: witch au

little devil cocktail: demon/devil au

white claw: slutty costumes

black widow cocktail: dom!reader

espresso martini: dom!character

water: hangover

gummy bear cocktail: possessive behavior

on the house: author's choice

have a spooky halloween!!

[louloulemons-posts]

Hi! I love how much fluff is in your fics 💜 So comforting

Can I request Eddie and reader having Halloween date at home?

A lot of cuddles, pizza, classic horror movies and themed food? 🥺

Have a nice day!

Hi! Thank you so much for the request, I hope this fulfils what you were hoping for 🤍

Spooky Date Night

Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary : Eddie plans a date for him and his girlfriend.

Word Count : 1.5k

Warnings : Pure fluff, mentions of horror movies, swearing, knives (pumpkin carving), use of Y/N, pet names, not proofread.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You couldn’t wait, Eddie had invited you over to the trailer for a date. One that he had not let you know anything about whatsoever. All he said was dress comfy, pack an overnight bag and come over at 6:30.

All of those things were done, dressed in some sweatpants and a long sleeve tee with a jumper and jacket over top, you tried to hide from the chilly October air.

Pulling up to the trailer and parking next to Eddies van. Grabbing your bag from the seat beside you you climbed out and knocked on his door.

You heard his voice, “Coming!” Soon enough the door was pulled open and there stood Eddie Munson, a grin on his face. “Hey Angel! Come on in.”

You did so, sliding off your beat up shoes and leaving them next to Eddies favourites. Looking up the trailer looked a lot different to how it normally did.

There were fake cobwebs everywhere, candles lit, the room was dark but cosy. There were pumpkins on the counter, pizza and Halloween candy on the table. A high pile of videos to watch.

“What do you think?” He asked, stepping from one foot to the other nervously. “It looks great! You did all this?” You asked him. He nodded, “Yeah thought we could have a spooky night, as we’re going to that party on Halloween night.”

“You’re something else Munson, just the sweetest guy,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. “I’m glad you like it. Why don’t you go put your stuff in our room I’ll get us some drinks and plates for food.”

You nodded and went to drop your bag off in his room, you did have spare clothes at Eddies, even then you borrowed his. It was very likely that by the end of the night you’d end up in the worn Black Sabbath shirt he was wearing currently.

You went back to join him on his couch, as he put a couple slices of pizza on your plate.

“It’s so cozy in here, should convince Wayne to keep it like this.”

“It was hard enough to convince him to let me do this,” you both laughed at that.

“So what movies have we got?”

“I got a selection, classics, Halloween, Jaws, Nightmare on Elmstreet and The Shining. Some less scary ones cause I want you to get some sleep, so Rocky Horror.”

You hummed, there were a couple more in the pile too, you assumed that’s why he asked you over so early. “Got us some pumpkins to carve too, cause you know, best part of Halloween.”

You could only smile at him, he thought of all of this. You both loved Halloween, that was one of the things you bonded over when you first met. People freaking out over Christmas when you were already waiting for the Spooky Season to roll back around.

So the pair of you tucked into your pizza, chatting away and giggling ready to start your spooky evening.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

After you’d cleared up your plates and Pizza boxes, Eddie and you grabbed some knives, pens and a big bowl for your pumpkin carving. Rolling up your sleeves, you pulled the orange veggie towards you.

“Damn getting serious babe,” Eddie laughed. “You know it, want me to tie your hair back?” You asked him, he nodded, and held out his wrist. A hair tie sat there, it was for either you or him, depending on the situation.

Pulling his curls out of his face, you tied them in a low pony that sat at the base of his neck. Kissing the top of his head you sat back next to him. “Thanks Angel.”

Picking up a pen you began to draw your design on your pumpkin. Planning on doing a some what traditional one, triangle eyes and nose and a toothy grin.

You could tell Eddie was going the opposite route, assuming something with a fearsome face, that could potentially scare trick or treaters away.

Once you were both happy with your designs, you picked up your knives and began to cut off the top. Making lid for the little guys, pulling it off you smiled, proud of how even it was.

“Nice work babe,” Eddie smiled, soon pulling his own off. “Thanks, you too.” Placing it down you stood up. “Where you off too?” He asked. “To get spoons, we forgot them.”

“We don’t need spoons!” Eddie said before shoving his hand in the pumpkin. It came out covered in seeds and stringy insides. “Gross pumpkin guts!” You exclaimed.

“Dare you to try some.”

“No way!”

“Why not? It’s just pumpkin.”

“It’s grim Eds, look at it!” He grinned at you. “Don’t you dare.” You took a step back and Eddie stood up.

“Stay away!” He lunged for you and you squealed, running through the kitchen, the boy cackling as he chased you. “Edward Munson go away!”

You could feel him behind you, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him, you screamed. He rubbed his sticky hand on your face slightly.

“Get off!” You shouted. He laughed again, dropping his head to your shoulder, his body shaking with laughter. “You’re a terrible boyfriend, did you know that?” You asked,turning to face him.

He couldn’t help out laugh, that was until you got your hand and wiped some of the pumpkin off your face and onto his lips. He spluttered, “Ew gross!” He exclaimed, wiping his mouth.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Your jack o lanterns now sat on the side with candles in. “Can’t believe I knocked his tooth out, he’s all gappy now!” You whined, dropping your head on to Eddie.

“I think he’s cute Angel. We got a cute one and a scary one, it’s like me and you.”

“You calling me gappy Edward Munson?”

“Who said you’re the cute one?” He cocked a brow.

You went to retaliate but he pecked your lips, “Pick a movie, I’m going to the bathroom.” He stood from the couch and walked away.

Looking through them, you decided that Halloween was the best one to start with.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

It was almost 12pm and you were now watching Nightmare on Elmstreet, pushing yourself closer to Eddie. “You okay?” He asked.

“Mhm, he’s just creepy,” you said. The boy wrapped his arms around you, letting you rest your head on his chest and his own on top of yours. He pressed a kiss to you and smiled.

Freddie Kruger popped up on screen making you jump and hide your face in Eddies chest, squealing as you did so. “Oh sweet girl it’s okay,” he spoke softly, rubbing your arm.

“Want me to turn it off?” You shook you head, no. “Okay but after this, Rocky Horror okay?”

“‘Mkay.” Pecking the top of your head once more, you moved your eyes to the screen once more.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You were about half way through Rocky Horror when your eyes grew heavy. It was nearing 1am, and you hadn’t moved from your position, snuggled in Eddies chest.

Relaxing fully, you let your eyes fall close, comfy and calm. No fear of Freddie Kruger or Michael Myers or even a giant Shark coming to get you.

Soon enough you were asleep in Eddies arms. Huffing a laugh, he gave you a light squeeze, allowing himself to relax too.

He was nervous this date wouldn’t be something you liked, he just wanted to make you happy. He knew he’d done that, from your laughter, to the play fighting to now, you snoozing in his arms softly.

Eddies became drowsy himself, he’d been up early to clean and decorate the trailer to make everything perfect for you. He didn’t mind, he’d do anything for you.

The boy soon followed your actions and drifted off himself, the sound of Tim Curry’s voice lulling you both.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

A firm hand shook Eddies shoulder, making him jump awake. He met the eyes of his uncle Wayne. “Oh hey,” he said voice thick with sleep.

“Hey, sorry to wake you, but you’re in my bed,” he motioned to the couch.

“Shit sorry Wayne.” Eddie slowly slid you off him, resting you softly on the cushions.

Back cracking lightly as he stretched, he reached down for you, pulling your sleeping figure into his arms. “We’ll get out of your way, and I’ll clean up in the morning.”

“It’s 5am it’s morning. Just keep it down okay, it’s been a long shift.”

“Sure, do you need anything?” The boy asked his uncle.

“Just some sleep, you get yourself and Y/N to bed Son. So get outta my room.”

“Night Wayne.” He grunted back at Eddie, turning off the TV, that had a static screen, and grabbed his blanket from the back.

Eddie held you close to his chest as he wandered to the bedroom, keeping you as comfy as he could. Laying you down gently, you whined lightly.

“It’s okay Sweet Girl go back to sleep, ,” he hushed, stroking your hair. Laying down next to you, he pulled the blanket over both of your figures.

Soon enough the room was full of your snores, reaching for one another even in your sleepy state. It had been a great night.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[blazingstar400]

Felt like dropping a bunch of Halloween themed incorrect quotes lol. Hope you like them and happy Halloween!!

Penny: Where’s your costume Kieran? It’s Halloween!

Kieran: Actually I haven’t put it on yet—

Juliana: He’s already wearing one.

Nemona: What is he?

Juliana: A cinnamon roll!

Kieran: HEY—

Sada: Hey Arven, what do you want to be for Halloween?

Arven: Loved and appreciated.

Sada: Oh.

Drayton: Kieran! Wanna hear a joke about ghost?

Kieran: No.

Drayton: That’s the spirit!

Kieran:

Florian: So what’s the plan for tonight?

Arven: Are you sure you want to talk about the H-A-L-L-O-W-E-E-N P-A-R-T-Y in front of N-E-M-O-N-A?

Nemona: Gee, it’s at times like this I wish I knew how to spell—

Juliana: The bats I got this year are smiling. It's more realistic.

Kieran: How is that more realistic?

Juliana: 'Cause they're happy! It's their favorite holiday, they love it!

Lacey: Drayton do you want to hear something scary?

Drayton: There’s absolutely nothing you can say that’ll scare me!

Lacey: Well I know one thing that’ll scare you.

Drayton: And what’s that?

Lacey: You’re grades.

Drayton: *screams*

Random trick or treaters: Trick or Treat!

Drayton: *pulls out a deck of cards* Oh, I’ve got a trick!

Trick or treaters: I mean… We’d prefer a treat…

Drayton: Then get the heck off my property.

[When Kieran’s going trick or treating for the first time probably]

Carmine: And when they open the door what do you say?

Kieran: Happy Birthday?

[1 minute before October 31st]

Arven: *sleeping like a well adjusted teen who has school in the morning*

[12 AM on the dot, October 31st]

Nemona: *kicks down the door* THIS IS HALLOWEEN!!!

Arven: *shrieks and falls out of bed*

Penny: I own Halloween. It’s my jam. Halloween is the most important day of the year. It’s the one day on my calendar where you’re allowed to go around terrifying people and not be branded a psychopath.

Arven: Okay guys, for Halloween, we’re gonna dress up as things that don’t exist. What will yours be?

Juliana: A werewolf!

Florian: An elf.

Kieran: My will to live.

Arven: I just wanted one normal Halloween where I could eat pizza and candy and watch horror movies. *gestures to Juliana, Florian, Nemona, Penny, Kieran, and Carmine* I didn’t sign up for this.

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Hi hey hello halloween was 2 days ago so here are my southpark halloween headcanons cuz im a spooky gremlin all year (Possible part 1 cuz i write alot and idk if tumblr has a word limit)👍

Cartman:

His costume is either really extra or really basic because he forgot until last minute.

Its usually inflateable like a dinosaur, pizza or...other things.

Usually the one to pick the route they go on when trick or treating so he can get the most candy, but it backfires because of all the walking.

The type of mf to eat his candy while hes out trick or treating (me too, i get it)

He steals the entire take 1 bowl you cant change my mind. Also the type to grab aggressive fistfuls when someone says to just take one or two pieces of candy

Thinks haybales and haunted houses are gay

Will throw fake decorations at you as a joke, but the realistic ones that make you yell (severed hands, bugs, etc)

His house isnt that decorated since i KNOW Liane is the cool mom who gives out full sized candy bars but its the inside that counts

Takes pumpkin carving VERY seriously. But doesnt do that much, or he tries and gives up.

A dumbass when it comes to candy trading. Always falls for the tricks Kyles got

Kyle:

I love kyle, but you know hes dressing up as the most basic things every year...hes TRYING THO HES TRYING

Takes Ike with the boys when hes old enough

Tries to match costumes with Stan but stan always forgets

The BEST at carving pumpkins. Gut feeling Kyle is an art kid.

Thinks haybales are gay but is "ironically" scared of haunted houses

His mom is extra with decorations. You just know it

Secretly takes 3 pieces of candy from a take 1 bowl

Gives what he cant have to Stan since he cant eat pork n gelatin has pork in it 👍

Cartman tried nabbing his candy once and he whacked him with the candy filled pillow case he had

Expert candy tracker. That man knows which house has what and he is ON IT

Nightmare before christmas enjoyer, will i explain? No

Stan:

Hes like Kyle with the basic costume thing, just worse. Way worse

He is a ghost...almost every single year cuz he forgets to go costume shopping and he just says "fuck it" and uses a white bedsheet

Takes what he can get; he knows Shelleys gonna steal his shit anyway

That doesnt stop him from trying to hide it

Likes haybales but TERRIFIED of haunted houses he will NOT get in one

Mediocre pumpkin carver at best

His house aint decorated nor does it have candy cuz of randys ass. Forgetful ahh

Kenny:

Cant really afford costumes so stan, kyle and cartman help him DIY costumes

Also the kind of mf to grab the entire take 1 bowl

Makes it his MISSION to get all the candy he can get

Kinda eh on Haybsles, LOVES haunted houses

His house is never decorated, his family cant afford that

Good at candy trading cuz he can do puppy eyes

Really good at pumpkin carving, he just cant be the one getting the pumpkins.

Horror movie FANATIC!!! HE LOVES HORROR MOVIES!!!

He dies a lot that day very sad for him

Butters:

Rarely aloud to go out trick or treating, mans is ALWAYS grounded

When he CAN go out he cant ever stay out late which sucks so much

His costume is always something cute/creative, bro would probably go as like, an oc of his one year (projecting so hard i did this in the 4th or 5th grade)

Gets people to check his candy for him, hes scared of getting hurt or poisoned

Wants to go to the houses that have fruit or toothbrushes. It always goes like:

"Can we go to Ms Firkles house?" "The one that gives out apples?" "Yeah!" "Fuck is wrong with you?"

Loves Haybales, thinks theyre so fun

TERRIFIED of haunted houses, will not even STAND in a 100 ft radius of a haunted house

Flinches/Cries/Screams whenever a halloween decoration jumpscares him or is too loud

Horrified of horror moves

Not allowed to carve pumpkins, too dangerous. But he likes painting them!

Obeys the "take 1/2/3" rule like a good boy

His house is decently decorated, nothing extravagant

Craig:

Oh you know he is a "this is my costume" mf

Either that or something space related

Always the first in front in his group (Tweek, Tolkien, Clyde, Jimmy and Himself) cuz hes pretty unphased by everything

Loves carving pumpkins, him and tweek do the cute pumpkin carving stuff couples do

Cant eat most of the candy since he has braces, but he gives it to Tweek so its not a waste

Will hold Tweeks hand during horror movies, haunted houses and haybales.

A six flags fright fest enjoyer

This mf will look you dead in the eye and pour an entire bowl of candy into his bag if there arent any cameras or signs

The kind of mf to joke inside a ghost tour and purposefully try to piss off the ghost by flipping it off

The most undecorated house ever. Its like halloween doesnt exist to the Tuckers

Tweek:

He buys cool costumes but his makeup is so shaky and rushed since his ass cant sit still

Chugging pumpkin spice like a maniac

Terrified of any and all halloween activities. Jumpscare him and he will scream

Doesnt take candy from people or bowls, he stands awkwardly behind everyone and investigates his candy thoroughly before putting it in the bag

Either that or he'll have craig triple check it

His house is always decorated since Tweek Bros always has halloween specials and stuff

Does not sleep for the entire month of halloween, he survives on pumpkin spice and pure anxiety

Helps around the coffee shop by refilling candy bowls and doing halloween chalkboards (they look like scribbled messes but whatever)

The middle man in the group, he doesnt feel safe in the front or back

Carries Pepper spray with him when trick or treating, always very cautious to the point his friends grill him for it a little. Better safe than sorry

Clinging onto Craig half the night, the insomnias getting to him

Legally not aloud to carve pumpkins. He will accidentally knick his fingers

Loves halloween baking though, he does burn at least something and panics.

Clyde:

Oh you know hes the kind of mf to dress up like the glow in the dark stickman

Grabs aggressive handfuls of candy regardless of if its from a bowl or person

An absolute crybaby. Will cry when he sees the decorations

They cant decorate his house since hes a baby

Likes the pumpkin carving tho!

Always runs to thr house with full sized candy bars

Jimmy:

He is def going as an inflateable t rex/banana

Tells more jokes to people in hopes of getting more candy

Carves a wee wee into his pumpkin. He thinks its funny

Pretends to be scared on haybales to make Clyde feel better

His house is the one with custom decorations its so great

Scary movie enthusiast, joking and calling the characters dumb the whole time

He. Fucking. Loves. Frightfest

Hc that when hes older hes a scare actor part time

Admires the decorations

Tolkien

Bro probably got like, a ren faire costume yk? Like a count or something

Tolkien just seems likke the guy to go to ren faire every year

Expert pumpkin carver

Takess his friends to halloween fairs every year

The most overdecorated house (rich kid core)

Always saying the thank yous and happy halloweens when noone else will

Bro printed out a map of their trick or treat route

He takes some of his friends to ren faire too. Craig thinks its gay as shit

Likes the haybales, and the shit rides at the halloween fairs

Creeped out by haunted houses tho

[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 10

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Genya spend Halloween together watching a horror movie that you say is romantic, but Genya doesn't see it.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa

Update: I'll be posting this story on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays so I get a couple of days time rest between the chapters! Thank you for understanding, please enjoy the story!

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

Genya groaned as his phone's alarm went off and he reached to close the alarm. The school would start soon and he would have to get up and get ready. It was his turn to prepare breakfast for you and him and he took his turns very seriously.

"Good morning, sunshine!" You called from the kitchen and Genya blinked as he looked in your direction, "Mor- Wait, why are you awake already?!"

"I couldn't sleep," You replied as you moved around the kitchen, "Breakfast is done!"

"Oh, okay, thank you, I'll just go refresh quickly." The young man said as he got up and went to the bathroom to wash away all his sleep and get ready for the day. Once he was done, he joined you in the kitchen and as soon as he sat down, you put a plate before him, followed by a jar of Nutella.

"What's this?" He asked, and you smiled, "French Toast!"

"Oh?" He smiled, "It's my first time trying some."

"I hope you like them!" You chuckled as you took a seat across from him and spread some Nutella on your own toast. Genya copied you and after a layer of chocolate spreading he bit into it and his eyes widened. It was absolutely delicious!

"These are so delicious!" He said as he took another bite quickly. You were so happy he enjoyed them, "I wanted to make this day special!"

"Why?" Genya asked and you absolutely beamed, "It's Halloween!"

"Oh?" He blinked and you nodded eagerly, "Yes! I love the whole holiday! So spooky, and fun!"

"I see," Your partner really didn't get the whole idea of Halloween, he and his big brother didn't really celebrate the spooky holiday, other than maybe watching a horror movie or something like that.

"Yes, and I want to celebrate this Halloween with you!" You said happily and Genya smiled a little. If this holiday was so important to you then he would celebrate it also.

"Sounds… Fun?" He nodded, "What do you have in mind?"

"I've already prepared our lunch boxes but I was thinking…" You grinned, "Do you mind if we order something today? I want to eat something unhealthy like pizza, burgers, or fried chicken!"

"Chicken sounds good." Genya said and you nodded eagerly, "Yeah, let's see what we are craving later today!"

"What else there is?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, uh, if you want to do something else than just order out?" Genya asked and you smiled, "Yes! I would love to watch some horror movies with you!"

Ah, he knew a little about them. While not the biggest fan, he did enjoy a good horror just like any other person.

"Sounds good. Should we get snacks and something like that?" He asked and you nodded, "Yeah, I was thinking that we could drop by the store and buy some popcorn, potato chips, Cola, and candy."

"Alright, I'm down with that." Genya nodded and you were smiling happily, "I know this amazing romantic horror movie! It's so sweet, it's one of my favorite movies there is!"

"Romantic…? Horror?" Genya was baffled, he had never heard of romantic horror movies, but if you said that it was good then they must have been.

You had been living together for a week already and Genya had noticed that you had an impressive collection of manga, games, and movies. There was no doubt some horror there also.

The two of you ate your breakfast and grabbed your lunch boxes as you left to go to school. Lady stayed behind, sending you guys off with a cute and small meow.

As you made your way to the school, you both talked about movies, but Genya was really curious about this romantic horror movie you mentioned.

"So…?" He started, "What kind of movie that your favorite one is?"

"My what?" You blinked. You had forgotten the whole movie and earlier conversation. Genya had to remind you, "The romantic horror movie?"

"Ooh!" You nodded as you remembered again, "Yes, it's really good!"

"Can you tell me about it?" He asked, "You made me really curious."

"I can't tell anything so I won't spoil it for you." You smiled like a fox, "But I'm happy that you are interested! You're going to love the movie!"

You managed to make Genya even more curious, but he thought that this was a chance to learn more from you, his girlfriend. If he learned what kind of romance you liked then he could use what he learned to properly charm you.

The two of you went to your own classes and as usual, met in your usual room where you ate lunch together. You had done your best again and you had prepared a meaty lunch for you and your partner. A meal that you both ate happily before lunchtime ended and then you headed back to your classes again.

By the time the school day ended, Genya waited for you by your shoe locker, and once you had switched your shoes the two of you headed out and towards the grocery store for some candy and snacks. Of course, you both picked your favorites and you were pretty generous with the amount of treats you bought.

Once your bags were heavy with treats, bags that Genya insisted on carrying, the two of you started some Halloween-themed small talk.

"How do you feel about vampires?" You asked and Genya hummed as he thought about your question and how he would answer, "They are okay, I think? Why?"

"There is this funny vampire anime I really like. Maybe we should watch it someday?"

"Is it scary?"

"Not at all." You chuckled, and Genya looked at you, "Is this movie we are going to see a vampire movie? Wait! Is it Twilight?"

"What!? No!" You shook your head, "I'm not touching those movies. No, this movie I picked is way better than some Twilight!"

"Then what is it?" The young man asked and you grinned, "You will see once we make it back home."

Genya frowned, but he knew how stubborn you could be so he knew that you wouldn't tell him until the movie would start. Once the two of you made it to your shared apartment, you moved quickly to fill the bowls with potato chips, candy, and popcorn.

Your partner tried to ask if you needed any help, but you had just told him to make himself comfortable on the couch while you set everything ready for your movie night.

"Are you sure I can't help?" Genya asked but you just shook your head as you placed the bowls filled with treats on the coffee table in front of Genya.

"Nope, I'm about done." You said as you walked to the bookshelf where your movie collection was. You looked around a little before you spotted the movie you wanted to watch, picked it up from the shelf, and went to put it on TV.

"Okay, now you can see what we are watching!" You said as you threw the DVD's cover to Genya, who caught it midair and looked at it.

"The Boy?" He read out loud. That didn't sound like a romantic movie. No, it appeared to be one of those creepy doll movies.

"Yes!" You smiled as you sat next to Genya on the couch, "Are you ready?"

Genya nodded and you put the movie on. The two of you watched the movie and little by little Genya started to-!

Aah, now he got it! Greta and Malcolm would band together to help Brahms' soul to move on from the haunted doll and then they would get together at the end.

"I think I understand the plot?" Genya whispered and you chuckled, "We will see."

What did you mean by that?

As you watched the movie go on, Genya grew wary when Greta's abusive ex Cole destroyed the doll that Brahms had possessed. But what happened next made him gasp in shock and surprise, "He was alive!?"

"I know, right?!" You cheered as you watched Brahms kill Cole and then chase after Greta. The movie went on and you and Genya were at the edges of your seats.

"Nooo, why did you stab him, he loved you!" You cried out and Genya also frowned as he watched Greta and Malcolm escape the mansion.

The end credits started to roll and you turned to look at your boyfriend excitedly, "So, what did you think?"

"It was pretty good, but I wouldn't necessarily call it romantic?" Genya thought out loud, and you nodded, "You're right, it's not necessarily romantic for everyone."

"You still think it was romantic?"

"Yeah, kinda?" You blushed a little as you averted your gaze from Genya and stared at the credits, "Imagine someone loving you as much as Brahms loved Great? It's… Scary but flattering."

"I- I-!" Genya swallowed nervously as he blushed. He wanted to say something romantic, this was a perfect moment!

"Oh well, are you hungry?" You asked as you reached for your phone on the table, "Wanna order that chicken?"

"I- I love you!" Genya finally managed to exclaim and you looked at him in shock, before you chuckled, "Ah, you like fried chicken that much?"

What? No! It was you that he loved!

"N- no, I meant…" His blush grew a deeper shade of red, "I love you! Like Brahms loved Greta!"

You stared at Genya with your eyes wide in shock, followed by you blushing furiously as you looked aside, "Ah, I… I love you too…"

Genya was happy to hear you say it, but Gods, you were both so awfully awkward.

"May I… May I kiss you and show it to you?" You asked carefully and your boyfriend went rigid as he nodded shakily. You turned to face each other and you were both so red it was almost funny.

Carefully, you placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned forward to catch his lips with yours.

Despite living together for a good week, you hadn't made kissing a habit yet. So when you kissed, it was new and special but the two of you had a lot to still learn.

This was one of those moments when you wanted to learn how to kiss better. As you kissed Genya, he did something new and bold, and pushed forward, so your lips were moving against each other instead of just staying pressed against each other.

You were started by his boldness and yelped a little, but slowly you moved your lips against his and it felt so different than just holding your lips together.

Finally, the two of you pulled apart and you were both crimson red… But smiling also.

"That was… New?" You said bashfully and Genya nodded shakily, "G- good or bad?"

"I… I didn't dislike it… It was nice." You said as you looked at him, "Maybe we should kiss each other more often? Build our tolerance?"

Genya's face turned beet red as he registered your words. Did you actually want to kiss more?

"I- I-!" He swallowed nervously, "If you want to?"

You nodded bashfully, "I- I would love to…"

"Then…!" Genya nodded, "May I kiss you now?"

"Please do."

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

🎃 Halloween ‘23 dialogue prompts 🎃

I write for any one listed here. Feel free to mix and match prompts and add any details or directions you'd like it to go as well as pronouns/gender if you'd like something specific other wise I try to write gender neutrally. Happy spooky season yall!

don't forget you can request moodboards and headcanons too!

“We’re not alone here”

“It’s freezing outside”

“I’ve watched enough horror movies to know a weirdo in a mask is never friendly”

“It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to a good scare”

“Is that my sweater?”

“Are you scared?”

“Hey, that's/it's not funny”

“Boo!”

“It’s a scream, baby!”

“I think we’re lost”

“I’ll keep you warm”

“I’ll keep you safe”

“Sharing is caring”

“Bite me”

“I may or may not have stayed up to watch a horror movie and now I can’t sleep... can you please come over?”

"I have a collection on horror movies, assorted candy and a pizza on the way"

"let's go to bed"

"truth or dare?" (you can add which + question asked choose your own adventure style but you don't have to)

"quick, hide”

“When was the last time we had a real conversation?”

“Pick your poison”

“You've got leaves in your hair.”

“why can’t we stay here forever?”

"Being alone together was not the best idea.’’

"you look cold"

"It's cold"

REQUEST AWAY!

[lexa-griffins]

When milf Lexa starts dating Clarke, do they do something special during Halloween with Delilah and Alex?

Horror movie marathon 🤣 both Delilah and Alex are massive horror movie fans, a trait they got from Lexa's ex wife. Lexa however dislikes them watching horror movies alone but at the same time hates horror movies herself, the use to watch them with Jenny but always half hidden and Jenny used to tease her mercilessly about it before it turned into annoyance and Lexa didn't even attempt to watch them with her.

With the kids now both over trick or treating and given Delilah's love for the dark, Clarke suggests a horror movie marathon with the kids. Clarke loves the thrill of watching horror movies despite the fact that she jumps at every jumpscare and will need to switch every light on for a few weeks when going to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

It's very cute, honestly. Clarke buys a BUNCH of popcorn and candy, Lexa makes nachos and orders pizza, and even decorates the apartment more than usual, much to Delilah's delight.

Alex is going out with friends for a bit, which means Clarke Lexa and Delilah start off with some Addams Family and Corpse Bride, just to ease into the actual horror and these Lexa does love and enjoy watching, especially when Clarke whispers 'cara mia' to her ear and kisses her hand making her feel all giddy.

Once Alex gets home (smelling a little bit like cigarettes, but Lexa decides to leave that for tomorrow, she can be the unfun mom again then) they all plop on the couch with pizza and the soda drinks Lexa usually doesn't buy and a bunch of candy, cortesy of Clarke, to start the actual horror movie marathon, starting from the classics.

They make it about 4 movies (and Lexa actually saw most of them, having Clarke there to hold her and pull her close when something more scary happens, makes her feel much safer than Jenny ever did with her mocking) before Delilah is out like a rock, probably via sugar crash and Alex can barely keep his eyes open.

With a sleepy goodnight the kids go to their rooms, before Delilah turns coyly, goes to her mom and hugs her, a silent thank you before going to her room.

Lexa is forever grateful for Clarke helping her with that. Halloween always seemed like one of those holidays where Lexa always felt like Jenny is better at, they've only spent a couple of halloweens with Jenny but the kids always seem like they had the time of their lives and then Lexa was the horrible mom who didnt let them eat the entirety of their hallowen earnings in one night and wouldnt let them watch horror movies full of gore before they even turned 10. Lexa tried but halloween always meant preparing themed activities for her class, and finding costumes for her kids and for herself and then trying to get them into the costume they decided day of they hated and there was the teacher's halloween lunch and it always felt so much some years she wouldnt even find the energy to put up decorations for it. But the kids are now older - although not always wiser - and with Clarke here she can take a breather and not feel like a horrible mom because she didn't do anything a little more special for halloween. Lexa would show Clarke how grateful she is gor her in bed if she wasn't terrified of moving a muscle underneath the blankets after that many horror movies 😅

[slaasherslut]

Milo Halloween headcanons pls pls pls 🥺

Omg T33thy thank you so much for this hjbhdfvgf

imma put this under a cut because i went a little too hard

Halloween is his favourite holiday!

Before his parents died, it was tradition for Milo to finish his homework after school with some spooky movies in the background as he worked. The he would eat dinner and his parents would take him trick or treating.

His mom always said "it was a match made in heaven" because all of the candy Milo didn't like were his dads favorites.

He was very adamant about dressing up as a vampire multiple times growing up.

Theres a photo floating around somewhere of a baby Milo in a little pumpkin costume.

His aunt wasn't too happy about him celebrating it but he moped enough that she got sick of it and let him go trick or treating.

As he grew up, he transitioned from watching spooky child friendly Halloween movies every October to horror splatter fests.

He usually spends Halloween night with some pizza, beer and horror movies that he meticulously planned.

Even though no one sees his house on Halloween, he still decorates it.

A lot of which are vintage that he found in the basement when he moved in.

He can see the cemetery through the trees since all of the leaves are gone. He sometimes has to chase local kids out of the cemetery on Halloween night if he sees flashlights shining around.

He fills those pumpkin bags with leaves and puts them around the cemetery. Mostly around the tool shed and the front gate.

He loves carving pumpkins! He always does spooky elaborate faces. Its where his artistic skills and his love of Halloween come together.

In relation to pumpkin carving, he saves all the seeds and roasts them.

[1980ssunflower]

Min and Ryan! What'd you and Ozzy do for Halloween?

*Chuckles* Oh man, we were out as long as we could trick or treating ^^;; I was real nervous doing it since we're adults now and all... but honestly it was a really fun time and I'm happy Ryan convinced us to do it :-]

DUDE IT WAS SO FUN!!! I was pretty surprised most people gave us candy honestly! Someone DID close the door on us though 😅

Yeah...

*pats min's shoulder* STILL it was LOADS of fun! We also got pizza afterwards and watched some horror movies we rented while high😝🤙

We didn't even make it to bed and fell asleep on the cough all pretzeled together... cute on the surface but my arm was messed after Ozzy fell asleep on it 😑

[mcltiples]

UNPROMPTED HALLOWEEN ASKS || always accepting

@evilmcg sent; "Trick or treat daddy!" The first lady exclaims. Dressed as an angel and holding out her candy bag (evilmcg for prime)

Answering the door, Rick appeared in the full Michael Myer's costume. Mask and all. Standing there silently for a moment. He knew that she knew it was him, but he still wanted to make things creepy. It was the day to do it after all. So why not?

Instead of saying anything, he handed her paper plate. His movements rather robotic. As one would see from the actual The Shape from the movie.

With that, he turned on his heel. Stiffly walking further into the bunker. The living room area was casual for the most part. Despite the various technology and cybernetic pieces that made up the entire place. The ceiling, walls and floor all made out of metal. The only thing making it cozy was the dark purple couch with Halloween themed throw pillows decorating it.

Once by the kitchen, standing next to the opened boxes of pizza, that's when he pulled the mask off and began to laugh.

"Did you see that? I was pretty convincing wasn't I? Grab yourself a few slices and let's watch some horror movies together, I have a lot of them installed into my database, so whatever you're into, I've probably got it."

Then he looked down at the candy bag. "Oh, right, that, uh, here--" He grabbed an unopened bag of candy, ripping it open, grabbing several from it and dropping it into her bad. "There, now we're ready to party."

[meetmyothersouls]

tricks and kinks, please please please 👻👻👻👻

👻😈 I’ve been waiting for this one!

Best Halloween Yet

Storm, power outage, sex game, smutty smut, not proof read

It was a tradition for you and Timothee to spend Halloween night together. When you were kids, you went trick or treating together. As teenagers you went to costume parties that got progressively skankier as the years went on. And as young adults, feeling too old to attend parties but too young to not celebrate at all, you’d begun a new annual tradition of ordering pizza, eating ungodly amounts of candy and watching horror movies until you passed out. This was no different, as Timothee walked into your apartment carrying a value sized back of candy that should be for trick or treaters. 

“Fuck, it is pouring down rain out there.” He shook his body like a dog, flinging water from his soaked hair. “Think we can eat the whole bag in one night this year?” He asked, tossing it onto your futon. 

“Not if you eat an entire pizza first,” you teased. 

“Listen, you didn’t think I could do it and I had to prove you wrong.” 

“Doesn’t count when you throw up the entire pizza 30 minutes later.” 

Timothee rolled his eyes as he pulled his backpack off of his shoulders. He pulled out a stack of DVDs. 

“Okay, so we’ve got The Exorcist, The Blair Witch Project, and my personal favorite Amityville Horror.” 

Just you opened your mouth to make a choice, a loud booming crack of thunder shook your apartment. An immediate flash of thunder illuminated your living room before shutting off the lights all together. 

“Fuck, it’s dark,” Timothee’s voice shook. 

“Aw, you scared?” You teased him, though it was dark. You lifted your hand in front of your face, not one finger was visible. You pulled your phone out and turned on your flashlight. You jumped as Timothee’s body came into light directly in front of your face. 

“There you are,” he breathed out, relieved. “Candles?” 

The two of you spent the next 20 minutes gathering every candle that you owned, and when you finished lighting them all, the room filled with a warm, yellow glow. 

“What now?” 

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “This hasn’t happened in the -what..18-Halloween’s we’ve spent together.” Timothee paused as he contemplated what to do next. “Got any boardgames?”

“Hall closet,” you said, pointing as you moved a few candles around. 

“You got some good ones in here,” Timothee called from the hallway. “How come we never played games before?” 

“Well, you’re usually too busy hiding under the covers.” 

“What’s this one?” Timothee brought out a small pink box. It looked similar to Yahtzee and you immediately remembered what it was. 

“No!” You jumped up, lunging for the game. “Not that one!” 

He held the game up in the air, too high for you to reach. You jumped, attempting to grab the game from him. 

“Naughty but Dice? Oh my god, Y/n, really?! You own a dirty game!?”

“It’s not mine!” 

“Weeeelll, it was in your closet!”

“It was Randall’s!”

“The douche bag ex?”

“Yes, Timothee, the douche bag ex.”

Timothee shook the box a few times before a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Wanna play it?”

You looked at him, wide eyed. You’d always been attracted to Timothee, in fact when you were kids, you were caught kissing on multiple occasions, but that was years and years ago. You’d be lying if you said you never imagined what it would feel like to be touched by him again or kissed by him as an adult.

“Just for shits and giggles. Nothing serious.”

You relaxed a little at that. “Okay. Fine.”

Timothee sat on the floor in the middle of the ring of candles the two of you created not long ago. He crossed his legs and dumped the contents of the box out: a stack of cards, 2 dice and a folded piece of paper containing the rules.

“Okay,” he said, unfolding the rules. “So, the way the game works is: player 1 rolls the dice. Whatever the dice says you have to do either to yourself or to player 2.”

“What are the cards for?” You asked.

“You don’t remember from your sexventures with Randall.”

“Ugh shut up and tell me what the cards are for, asshole.”

Timothee laughed, already having way too much fun. “Oh, it says the cards are for drawing along with each dice roll. Like an action to do along with what your dice say, or you can draw card if you choose not to do what the dice command, but if you choose a card you have to do what it says.”

You blew out a shaky breath. “Okay, okay let’s just do it.”

“Ladies first,” Timothee said, bowing his head to you.

“So chivalrous.”

You wanted to puke.

You picked the dice up, shaking them in your hand and hoping you didn’t get something you’d regret. You opened your hands, letting the dice fall onto the carpet. The two of you leaned down, reading the words.

“Hug,” the two of you read one of the dice simultaneously.

“Body?” You asked, looking at the picture on the other dice.

You looked up, Timothee already holding his arms out. “A hugs not so bad?”

You shrugged, walking on your knees across the floor to Timothee. He pulled into his arms and to be honest, it was one of the best hugs received in a long time. He held you tightly, his biceps pushing against your sides.

“We forgot to draw a card.”

You felt one of his arms shift as he moved forward to the stack of cards.

“Run hands down players back underneath their shirt.”

Your head spun. You could do that?

You moved your arms from around his neck, and slid them under the back of his shirt. Timothee tensed slightly under your touch. You felt as tiny goosebumps peppered the smooth, soft skin of his back.

“Your hands are cold,” he whispered.

“Sorry,” you said, removing them from his shirt back backing up to your spot on the carpet. “Okay. Your turn.”

Timothee nodded, biting his lower lip as he scooped the dice up off the floor. He shook them hard in his hands before letting them fall.

“Kiss,” Timothee read.

Your heart dropped.

“Neck.”

You swallowed hard. And you think he heard it.

“Is that too much? I won’t do it if it is.”

“No, no. Do it. Kiss my neck.” You attempted to sound confident. It didn’t work. 

Timothee crawled on his knees to you, the action itself doing something to you. When he was close enough for you to feel his breath on you, he said, “let me know if it’s too much, I can stop.” 

It was already too much. But you sure as hell wouldn’t stop him. You nodded. Warm breath and soft lips caressed the skin of your neck. He kissed it once. It was quick, but you breathed deeply in response to it. Then he kissed it again, opening his mouth and wetting your skin as he did. Your hand somehow found its way to the back of his head. You wanted to keep him there. When he disconnected you kept your eyes closed. 

He cleared his throat. 

“Your turn.”

“You didn’t draw a card,” you reminded him. 

He smirked, picking up a card. “Remove your shirt,” he read aloud. He stood, unbuttoning each button of his flannel before letting it fall to the floor. Your eyes followed his movement and he lowered himself back into a sitting position on your carpet. 

“Your turn now.” 

You rolled the dice. 

“Lick,” you read. “Lips.” 

Timothee snorted. 

“You don’t think I’ll do it?” 

“It’s silly. I wanna see you try.”

You crawled back over to him until you were sitting in his lap, suddenly gaining a bit of confidence after his neck kiss. Your eyes bounced back and forth from his and to his lips. You licked yours first and let out a shaky breath. Slowly, you brought your mouth close to his, but you couldn’t -

“Y/n,” Timothee whispered.

“What?”

“Just fucking kiss me.”

He grabbed the back do your head, smashing your lips into his.

Hungry was the only word to describe the kiss. There was nothing gentle or delicate about. Lips were bit, teeth clanked together as your lips tried to harmonize with his. He laid back, pulling you down with him. His mouth tasted like the chocolate he ate before the power went out and it only made you want him more.

He rolled you onto your back, his palms flat on the carpet on either side of your head.

“Do you want to draw a card?” He asked as he hovering over you.

You ran your hands up his bare chest then back down, stopping at his belt.

“Hand me one.”

He reached a long arm over to the stack of cards, drawing one for you.

“Fuck.”

“What does it say.”

You turned it to him.

“It says ‘Fuck’.”

Clothes were discarded, thrown across your living room in a hurried frenzy. Your lips only disconnecting when your shirt came off.

“Don’t have a condom,” you mumbled.

“I’ll pull out,” Timothee said as you let your legs fall open for him.

He pushed himself inside of you, groaning as you took each inch of him. It was kind of romantically spooky, you thought, having sex with Timothee around at least 20 lit candles during a Halloween thunder storm.

He kissed down your neck as he slid almost all the way out. The rain picked up, tapping rhythmically on the windows. He sucked in one of your nipples as he pushed back in. You hissed in pleasure, squeezing the ‘fuck’ card you still held in your hand.

“You feel,” he said, popping off of your nipple. “So. Fucking. Good. Fuck. You’re so tight.”

He picked up speed and you could tell by the way he rolled and snapped his hips into you that he was already close.

“Think you’ll cum with me if I do this?”

He licked his thumb and attached it to your clit, rubbing soft, slow circles onto the sensitive bud as he continued railing you. You moaned loudly, drawing up your legs and arching your back off the carpet .

“That’s my girl. God your gonna make me cum, baby.”

You shook under his body, convulsing on the floor as you came. He pulled out of you immediately, as if the sight of you cumming drove him over the edge. He stroked his cock until he came on your stomach.

“Fuck,” he breathed out collapsing on the floor next to you. “I think this was our best Halloween yet.”

Tags: @imnotoverlyobsessive @dayafied @soulofendlessbook @fashphotolife @chicchanelcigs @scentedkittenperfection @weasleytwinscumslut @timotheel0ver @mxciscastleintheair @marvelmaniac2000 @lovelyrocker @divine-1 @louievr @love-poems-only @starberry-cake @inlovewithphantasy @alexagirlie @misswestfall @softhecreator @livresjaunes @timmymyluv @inannamoon @harrys-thick-thighs @s-we-e-t-t-ea @timolaurence @its-schmackin-dude @justagirlwhoneedshelp @gatoenlaciudad @patronsaintofthetwinks

[yikesitskennawrites]

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Pairings: Steven Grant x (platonic) Reader, Marc Spector x (platonic) Reader, Jake Lockley x (platonic) Reader, Layla El-Faouly x (platonic) Reader

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“Okay, so we have sugar, flour, cinnamon…” Steven says. You lean against the handrail of the grocery cart as you watch him stare at the list of groceries in his hands. He wore his glasses as he squinted down at the paper and occasionally he pushed them up the bridge of his nose whenever it slid to far down it. Today was Friday, there were seven more days until Halloween and you had wanted to celebrate the holiday before the month was over. You wanted to get into the spooky season by watching cartoons and eating snacks with your friends. You used to do that with your best friend. You would order pizza and watch horror movies with her and she would bring over candy and chips and together you would stay up until the early hours of November first. 

Unfortunately, you were getting too old for costumes and trick or treating, so instead this was how you were going to celebrate the season leading up to the holiday. After Marc picked you up from work by standing outside of it until you left the building. You had brought up the idea of baking snickerdoodle cookies and carving pumpkins. Instead of taking the route back to the apartment  complex, Marc and you walked about two blocks until you reached another bus stop that was taking passengers to the area of the grocery store. Now, here the three of you were, shopping for supplies to bake cookies and do the weekend grocery shopping on a Friday rather than a Sunday this time. 

“We need vanilla extract, cream of tartar and soy milk.” He says as he looks up from the list and to the signs above the end of the aisle. “I think it’s the next one over for the first two.” He adds. “C’mon.” He gestures for you to follow him down the shelves and you push the cart as he leads the way. Your eyes scan the shelves as you pass, you were originally in the cereal aisle because you need more for the week. You had convinced Steven to add the box of Lucky Charms to the list again even though you only ate the marshmallows out of it and fed the rest to the birds. You told him that you would pay for it if he decides not to and he rolled his eyes at that and told you to put it in the bloody cart. You only snap your attention forward when you hear Steven yelp and feel his glare on you. 

“Don’t ram the buggy into my ankles,” He says. You give him a sheepish, apologetic smile. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” You say and he hums before he continues on the trek to the next aisle over. You follow him, this time a little more attentive of where you were going. You round the corner and walk down the baking aisle. You only come to a stop once you reach him and pauses in his steps to stare at the seasonings for baking. You already were in the same aisle earlier when you got the cinnamon, but instead of looking down the list and correlating what ingredient may be in the same aisle as another ingredient, Steven decided to shop whatever item was next on the list. 

So far, the items in the shopping cart were bread, oat milk, canned red beans and black beans, broccoli, apples, mushrooms, toilet paper, cinnamon, salt, sugar, flour, and fresh chicken breast from the butchers. Steven wasn’t looking forward to buying that last item but Marc declared that you can’t just survive off of broccoli and Lucky Charms and that a growing kid still needs protein to grow strong and healthy. You were somewhat sure that you stopped growing but you weren’t going to complain because you missed chicken. You watch as Steven steps forward and grabs the cream of tartar before tossing it into the cart. 

“Okay, up next is tools for pumpkin carving.” He looks down the aisles and at the signs once more before frowning a bit. “Where would that be?” You shrug. In New York, they used to have a pack of pumpkin carving tools sitting at the end of the aisles for people to grab, but so far there were only toys that tempted children to beg their parents to buy in London. Usually, you saw those small tablets that you put in water and it would grow your own dinosaur, but lately you've been seeing those TY beanie bears in Halloween theme and small keychain squishmallows with bright colors. 

Steven takes off down the aisle and you let go of the cart to step forward and grab the bottle of vanilla extract before placing it in the cart and following him down it. You stop at the end with Steven and he shoots a small apology to a woman who wants to enter the aisle you both were blocking the entrance to. You give her an apologetic mumble before scooting the cart closer to the shelf. The color of a lavender color rubber duck at the end of the aisle catches your attention and you stare at it. It had a pink five point star and the center of its head and beady black eyes staring down into the cart below it. You kind of wanted it. You don’t need it, it wasn’t something that you were going to ask your friends for or buy it yourself; but still, that didn’t stop the urge to buy it just to have it. 

You reach over the cart and snap it from its hook before bringing it closer to you to look at. You don’t need it. You turn it over in your hands and a small smile spreads across your face at the name tag painted around its neck in a dark blue circle with a small white font that stated this duck's name was Mille. You don’t need it. But, god, do you want it.

“Do you think the tools will be next to the pumpkins, kid?” Marc asks.  You jump as you look towards him, the duck still in your grip. 

“Um, yeah.” You say as you put the duck onto the shelf next to you. “They’ll most likely be there.” You push forward the cart and look both ways before your eyes land on a pile of pumpkins next to the double doors of the entrance and exit. You push the cart towards it and with Marc in tow before you stop a couple of feet away from the pile and grab the packet of tools hanging on a clip on a nearby wall. 

“Okay so, choose the ones that you think will be best for carving.” Marc says as you step away from the cart and he takes your place by leaning over the handle bar. 

“Well, what ones do you want?” You ask as you look over your shoulder at him. 

“Choose whatever you think is best.” 

“Do you not know how to choose pumpkins?” You ask. He shrugs and you watch as he looks a little past you and to the fruit piled behind you. 

“It was never something I really learned.” He admits and you frown. 

“You’re going to learn today.” You say, “Look for the bright ones and check for any squishy spots.” You watch him stand still and stare at you, waiting for you to pick for him. You huff out a breath and place your hands on your hips. 

“Marc.” You state. “C’mon. There's no harm in learning something new.” He pushes the cart forward until he stops next to you and you bend down and grab one. 

“Look at this,” You hold up a small pumpkin that had its head caving in with a dark brown spot. “You see this? It’s gross and decaying. Nobody is going to buy this and it’s terrible for carving because the inside will most likely be matching.” You set it back down and scan the pile for another one. 

You point at a slightly bigger one and say, “That one looks decent. Go ahead and turn it over to see if it looks okay on the bottom.” He glances at you before trailing his eyes to the area you were pointing in. 

“This one?” He asks as he bends down and places his hand on the one that you weren’t looking at. 

“No, the one next to it. No, Marc, the one in front of it- no not that one, the other direction. Bingo.” You smile at him as he lifts up the pumpkin and turns it over in his arms to look at the bottom of it. 

“It looks okay.” He says. You smile as you step forward and look at it. 

“You want that one?” You ask and he shrugs. “If you do, you can put it in the cart and help me search for three more.” He moves towards the cart and falters in his steps before he looks at you with furrowed brows. 

“Three?” He asks. “But there's you, me, and Steven.”

“And Jake.” You add and he frowns. “It’s up to him if he wants to carve anything, but if he chooses not to we can just use that one as a bonus one or keep it until Layla comes back and she can carve. When is she coming back again?” 

“No clue.” He answers as he places his chosen pumpkin into the cart and returns to you to help you look for some good pumpkins. 

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The ride to the apartment complex wasn’t as bad if you were to take the bus with  several bags of groceries and pumpkins sitting between your feet on a crowded bus after people  got off of work. Marc decided that it would be a good idea to call a taxi so you could avoid that terrible experience. You offered to buy the fee for the ride back to the building since they bought the groceries and they refused to even consider that. So, after a long negotiation in the back of the taxi, they paid for the fee and told you to put your money back into your pocket. Luckily, the elevator for your building was fixed so you and Marc didn’t struggle with bringing the groceries up the five flights of stairs and to Stevens apartment. 

After unlocking the door with the key Jake made for you, you pack in the groceries into the kitchen and begin putting stuff away. The ingredients you need for the cookies were left out on the counter as you put away the Lucky Charms into the cabinet above the toaster and the bread into the bread cabinet on the right side of the sink. The only thing that made you stop in your task of putting away the groceries was the sight of a lavender colored rubber duck sitting at the bottom of a paper bag next to the broccoli. You reach into the sack and pull it out, Mille the duck stared right back at you as you looked down at it. You blink at the sight of the duck that you were thinking of buying but didn’t. 

“What’s this?” You ask and hold up the toy to show Marc. He shuts the fridge door as he turns to look at you

“I thought you would like it,” He shrugs. “I saw you looking at it and I put it in the cart.”

“You didn’t have to.” You say with a small smile on your face. He reaches into the bag next to you and pulls out the broccoli.

“I know.” He says. You turn the duck between your fingers and set it on the counter next to you as he adds, “Steven, what temperature do I need to preheat the oven for the cookies?” You grab the metal bowls from underneath the counter and set them next to the duck before unfolding the recipe Steven wrote down on some scratch paper. 

“He says it's three-seventy-five. Do you mind doing that, kid?” Marc asks as he reopens the fridge door and places the vegetable into the drawer. You turn towards the oven and press the buttons to set it to the correct temperature before leaning against the counter and watching Marc grab the mixer from underneath the counter next to the fridge. You move forward and place Mille onto the recipe to keep it in place as you begin to grab ingredients and their proper measuring tools from the kitchen drawer before dumping it into the container. 

“I got that.” He says as he looks into the bowl and looks at the ingredients you added. “You can go get into something more comfortable if you want. Get out of your work clothes.”

“It’s fine,” You say. “I have to do laundry today. I don’t think I have any clean clothes.” You measure out the apple cider into a table spoon and add it to the mix before scanning the recipe for the next step.

You reach for the spatula to scrape the mixture into the mixer as he says, “You can borrow some of ours if you want.” You falter in your movement and glance at him with questioning eyes. Was this a joke? But he doesn’t look at you as he grabs the spatula and takes the bowl from you. 

“I think there’s some pajama pants in the lower drawer and a shirt in the top one.” He says. It was just clothes, you don’t know why borrowing your friends clothes because you don’t have any clean ones to wear was such a big deal. You wore your best friends sweatshirts and shirts and your dad's clothing all the time. So, why did his offer make everything feel like it froze in time? Your fingers curl inwards and touch your palm gently as you slowly lower your hand to your side. Millie the duck stares right at you as you swallow and swivel on your heels before walking to the dresser near Stevens bed. You think it was such a big deal because you were borrowing clothes from friends and maybe you didn’t think that you would have the opportunity to do that again. 

You pull out a pair of blue plaid pajama bottoms and an old t-shirt that had the faded markings of a band on tour in the United States in the year of 2003. You walk to the bathroom with the clothes in your arms before you shut the door and peel off your work clothes before slipping on the borrowed items. They were a little bigger on you, the bagginess of the shirt was comfortable and the pants slipped down your hips a bit until you tightened the strings. You kicked your own clothes into the corner of the bathroom so nobody would trip over it and made a mental reminder to retrieve the items later before you drag Steven down to the laundry room.

You push open the door and go back to the kitchen to hear the noise of the mixture doing its job and Marc keeping a careful eye on it. You stop next to the counter and a small smile spreads across your face at the sight of Mille. You dip your finger into the remaining batter on the sides of the container you were using to combine the ingredients and try a bit of it. It doesn’t taste terrible, it could be a little better but to be fair you were used to normal snickerdoodles and not a vegan recipe of the cookies. Maybe it will taste a bit better once it is cooked. 

“Don’t eat the batter.” Marc says after he shut off the machine and glances at you. You stick your tongue out at him and pick up a bit, pinching it between your fingers as you toss it at him. The cookie dough lands against his cheek and falls to the ground. You stare at one another for a moment, a small smile spreading across your face as he registers what you just did. He slowly turns around and scrapes a small handful of dough out of the bowl and rolls it into a ball. 

“Not fair,” You say. “I did a tiny bit because that’s all I had. You have a lot more than I do and that,” You point to the dough in his hands, “is like the size of a baseball.”

“A baseball?” He asks. “It’s smaller than that.”

“Okay, a golf ball size.” 

“Better.” He says. 

“You’re throwing away a cookie size ball of dough as an act of revenge?”

“It’s one cookie, nobody is going to miss it.” 

“I will.” You say. “I’ll miss it.” He hums and throws it lightly at you, it smacks your chest and you catch it with your hands. 

“You didn’t miss.” He shrugs. “You actually caught it.” You glance down at the ball of dough there was some lint attached to it from the shirt you wore and you briefly allow yourself to feel a bit of disgust before you toss it into the air and catch it with your hands a couple of times. 

“Y’know what?” You say, “I’m going to be the bigger person and not throw this back at you.”

“Really?”

“Nope.” You grin and throw the ball at him hard enough to make a loud smack against his chest. He lets out a harsh breath and rubs the center of his chest as he lets the dough fall to the ground. You honestly didn’t mean to throw it that hard, you did want to catch him by surprise but not enough to actually hurt him. “Sorry,” You say.

“At least you have good aim.” He says and then adds, “A tough throw too.”

“Thanks?” You say. “I, uh, actually didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

“I know.” He answers. You shuffle to your other foot as you watch him bend down and pick up the ball of dough before throwing it into the trash can. You trail your eyes to read the instructions for the next step.

“The recipe says to make tablespoon size balls and place them on a cookie sheet and bake them for twelve minutes.” You say.

“You know what tablespoon size is, right?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Are you sure? Because you said the golf ball size was the size of a baseball.”

“Shut up.” You breathe out and he laughs. The noise startles you a bit because you didn’t expect it. But as you watch his eyes light up and the noise leaving him sounds genuine, you can’t help but grin. It was rare to hear and see Marc laugh, plenty of times you have seen Steven do it and Jake only once but Marc was usually hiding away and letting Steven take the wheel. You look away from him so he won’t get bashful and tap out, so you open the drawer full of utensils and grab a spoon before pushing past him and grabbing the bowl of dough and a cookie sheet from underneath the counter. 

“Do you need help with it or do you know the right size?” He asks and you playfully roll your eyes. 

“I got it,” You tell him. “After this, do you want to carve the pumpkins?”

“I think on the back of the carving kit that it said that it came with tracing paper for designs.” 

“You can do whatever you want to yours.” You say. 

“What are you going to do?” He asks. You hum and glance out the window ahead of you. 

“I don’t know,” You shrug. The October weather makes everything appear much gloomier. The skys were a dark gray and the forecast notification on your phone said that it was going to rain. You shivered a little as your eyes land on a falcon sitting on the windowsill across from Stevens flat. You don’t know much about birds but you think that they were supposed to fly North for winter by now. A knot in your stomach forms and you swallow as you register it as the same feeling you always get whenever Khonshu or another god is nearby. You know the feeling of dread a little too well by now.

“Hey Marc?” You say, your voice wavering a little.

“Yeah?”

“What type of falcon is that?” You jut your chin towards it and he brushes past you and stands next to you. He stares out the window, your eyes never moving from the bird. It had visible light brown spots along its back and yellow legs with black talons clutching the sill. 

“What falcon?” 

“The one on the windowsill.” You say. Your eyes never waver from the bird.

“There’s no falcon.” Marc says and the knot tightens in the pit of your stomach. You inhale sharply, all the air from the world seems to be taken from you at that moment. You feel color drain from your face and your mouth dry up like a desert. Your heart pounds against your chest and your body begins to tremble. The falcon sat on the sill staring directly at the window you stared out of. It was a little hard to tell with the distance but you swear that it titled its head at you like it was taunting you. 

“What do you mean?” You breathe out shakily. The last time this feeling was in your body, you got held out a window and whatever was about to happen next, you aren’t looking forward to it.

“There’s no bird, kid.” He says. Your lips wobble and you can feel a build up of tears behind your eyes. “What do you see?”

“A falcon.” You whisper. 

“What is it doing?” 

“It’s just sitting there and looking right at me.” You say. 

“What does it look like?” Steven asks. 

“Brown spots on its back and yellow legs and black talons. Maybe dark brown it’s a little difficult to tell…” Your breath hitches as it spreads its wings. A series of white feathers lined its wings in vertical rows, each one had a black spot centered in the middle of the feather as if it was an eye. You almost take a step back as you watch it flap its wings once before it leaps off of the ledge and flies upwards and into the sky. You watch as it flies above the apartment complex you were in until it was out of view. 

“A falcon?” He asks as he places his hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure it was a falcon?”

“Yeah,” You nod. The knot in your stomach loosens and the feeling of dread dissipates from your body. What the actual fuck? You were glad that nothing had happened but hot damn, a fucking dramatic flare that this god has. You feel the muscles in your body relaxing and your trembling hands slowly stop shaking. You glance down to your knuckles, the color slowly fading back to your skin tone as the blood rushes through your hand. You didn’t realize you were white-knuckling the spoon that hard or at all. You drop the spoon into the bowl and force your head to turn away from the window and to Steven. He had a quizzical expression on his face. His eyes stare at the window which makes you believe that he was listening to whatever Marc or Jake had to say. You lean back against the counter and cross your arms over your chest as you stare at the pumpkins, you’re supposed to carve those today. You were supposed to think about what to carve into your pumpkin and bond with Marc, but now you’re trying to register what happened the last couple of minutes. Was it minutes or did everything happen in seconds? Everything happened quickly and that was hard to wrap your mind around.

How come neither Marc or Steven saw the bird? Didn’t Jake say that the deities will only show themselves to who they are interested in? Maybe your lantern for the damn gods is too bright. You let out a shuddered breath as Steven walks away and turns on the television to a news broadcast and sets it to a loud enough volume that you can hear it clearly from the kitchen. He returns to where you stood and reaches around you and grabs the mixer bowl and cookie sheet before placing it on the counter on the other side of the sink. He slowly picks up the spoon and scoops out a spoonful of dough before plucking it from the utensil and rolling it into a ball. He places it next to the few you have already completed and you watch him do this until the baking sheet has twelve balls and he places it in the oven and sets a timer for the cookies.

“What are you thinking of carving, dove?” He asks quietly. You almost laugh, how can you brush past this like it was just a normal occurrence? How can you continue your day like that didn’t just happen? 

Your fingers clutch your sides as you ask, “Steven, what gods are associated with falcons?”

“Horus.” He says, “Which in turn is associated with Osiris and Isis, the parents of Horus; and the grandmother of Horus is Nut and the grandfather is Geb. The uncle of Horus is Set and the aunt is Nepthys.” You swallow. You carried around the Eye of Horus and you don’t know if you insulted them or if it was a beacon, either way you were in their line of sight and you might have pissed off an entire family. “There’s more but…I think it would be best if you could register the information I gave you.”

“So they’re all related?” You ask.

“In a sense. I just made it easier for you to understand in terms that I think would be familiar to you.” He answers. You lean your head back against the cabinet and groan. You carried around a symbol of protection for comfort and you had no fucking clue if it meant any more than that because you just went with what Steven told you. You were stupid enough not to do your own research and you don’t blame Steven at all for it, you blame yourself. 

“You’re going to have to show me your scrapbook sometime, Steven. Teach me about these deities.” You groan. You can’t fucking believe that you may have pissed off a entire family. You don’t know how close these gods and goddesses may be to one another but if it was anything like how close you were to your parents, you probably upset these deities. Fuck, honestly, you carried around a piece of paper not truly knowing what it meant and not understanding the culture and the religion of the deities and you dived head in first because it made you feel like it was a security blanket. 

“It’s almost completed. Just a few more details and it’ll be ready to show you.” Maybe you’ll do your own research this weekend if he doesn’t finish it by Sunday. You want to give him the chance to teach you every detail about these gods so you know who you may be dealing with because you know that he’ll be good at it and will make it easier for you to understand things; and after he teaches you, you’ll do your own research and do it thoroughly because holy fucking shit you learned your lesson. Fuck me, you thought. The lantern this whole time was the piece of paper you carried on you for comfort.

You rub your hands up and down your face and say, “Fuck.” You don’t know how much longer you can take being stalked by a deity and harassed and threatened. You remove your hands from your face and watch Steven as he toyed with the corner of the carving kit. It came with a knife to cut the pumpkin and a scraper to take out the guts of it along with some tracing paper that had designs on it for the fruit. 

“I think I’m going to carve a bat into mine.” He says. “That’s seasonal and I don’t remember seeing many bat patterns in pumpkins around here.” You saw plenty of typical jack-o-lanterns with sharp teeth and circles for eyes on the way to the complex. Some residents of London had pumpkins sitting on their steps or in their windows. 

“You know how to open it up right?” You ask. You want to talk more about the falcon you saw and the god that is attached to that animal and the piece of paper you once carried; but there wasn’t much to talk about, all bases were temporarily covered and you can tell that Steven wants to distract you away from the harassment of the deity. 

“From the top?”

“Well, you can,” You admit. “But it’s better if it's from the bottom because it stays fresher longer that way. You got any vaseline?”

“Yeah?”

“Great. We can put that on the edges we cut and keep it moisturized so it wouldn’t rot as quickly.” You say. 

“What are you going to carve?” He repeats his question from earlier and you shrug. 

“I don’t know.” You say. You did think about it on the taxi ride over to the apartment but, every thought since then has been thrown out the window and you couldn’t remember any idea that you came up with. 

“Well, you can teach me how to cut open mine and think about what you might want to do.” He offers and you nod. 

“Go get the vaseline and I’ll get the tools to help cut it.” You say. He glances at the carving kit and back to you with a raised eyebrow.

“You don’t think that this knife they gave us will help?” He asks. 

“No, but a butcher knife will.” You say. 

“I’ll get the first aid kit too.” He says. You almost laugh. 

“What? You don’t trust me that I won’t chop off one of my limbs?”

“Maybe I should pre-dial nine-nine-nine.” He says as he walks away and you let out a laugh. 

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You spent the whole time while several batches of snickerdoodles were cooking in the oven helping Steven cut a hole into the bottom of his pumpkin and remove the guts and seeds from the fruit. The two of you chatted about your day, and the things that you wanted to do over the weekend. You told him about cooking the pumpkin seeds for a snack and he agreed that it sounded good. You talked about Lauren and her plans for the Halloween holiday of taking Jamie and Molly out with Kris to go trick-or-treating and a Halloween party they were invited to by a mutual friend of theirs. They were dressing up as Megan and Graham from But I’m a Cheerleader. Lauren showed you the costumes she ordered on Amazon, it was a cute outfit and you don’t think that you have seen couples dress up as the characters for the holiday so it was neat to see something different. 

Steven told you about the neighbor down the hall who seems to avoid him like he had the plague. He described her to you as the exact same person who teased you about being in a lovers quarrel with Steven back when they weren’t answering the door because Jake took the body out for a spin and you weren’t aware of him. You laugh and cringe a bit at the awkward memory as you tell him about the accusation she made. He makes an O shape with his mouth as he realizes why she won’t even tell him hello when they’re in the lift together. He then tells you about a documentary airing on the telly tonight that he wants to watch and asks if you’ll want to watch it with him. It was about the mammals in the Atlantic ocean and the effect of the blip on the environment. You heard about the whales in the Hudson river during the time that half of the universe was gone, but you didn’t look further into it because you were dealing with everything else. 

You tell him yes and he looks ecstatic about it. You were beginning to carve into the bottom of your own pumpkin when Steven finished his and proudly showed it to you. 

“That looks really good.” You tell him. The bat was from a stencil piece of paper he found from the kit and it looks honestly good for his first pumpkin- which he has been repeatedly telling you since you began teaching him how to remove the inside of the fruit.

“Really?” He asks and you nod. “It’s my first pumpkin.” 

You smile and gesture to it with your scooper as you tell him, “You should take a picture of it and send it to the group chat. Layla would love to see it and you can have the photo on your phone.” He nods, curls bouncing against his forehead as he wipes his hands on the towel to get rid of the slime from his fingertips. He grabs his phone from the counter and takes several pictures of his pumpkin, the flash of it distracts you from your work and even more so as he aims the camera lens at you. 

“Okay, say cheese.” He says. You press your lips together as the light flashes and temporarily blinds you. You blink away the spots in your vision as he frowns at the pictures before he lifts the camera once more and adds, “Give me a real smile.” 

“That was a real smile.” You protest. 

“That was more of a, take the picture and leave me alone, type of photos.” He rolls his eyes. “Layla will want something genuine from you.” You feel your heart constrict a bit in your chest as you make the comparison that this felt almost like Homecoming pictures. It was awkward taking photos in an outfit you felt insecure in and being the center of attention for your parents. You shifted from foot to foot awkwardly as he gave you a look that was similar to the one your mom used to give to you as she tried to wait patiently for you to show her your teeth and the crinkle of your eyes. Your dad would be standing off to the side and either holding up his own phone vertically and taking a dozen pictures every minute or encouraging you to smile. 

You feel a lump form in your throat as you force the corners of your lips upwards and Steven genuinely looked happy for you as he hit the circle button on his phone and the flash of the camera blinded you for several moments until he felt satisfied that he had decent photos to send to his wife. You blink away the spots in your vision as you turn your gaze back to your pumpkin and try to ignore the emotions building up in your chest. You felt your phone vibrate several times in your pocket and you guessed that Steven sent several photos separately rather than at once. 

“I think I’m going to carve a regular jack-o-lantern for mine,” Marc says. You looked up at him and saw that he was looking at the stencils from the kit. “You mind helping me, kid?” He doesn’t look at you as the question leaves his mouth. You let a shuddered breath leave you and you nod.

“You saw how I taught Steven to do it, right?” You ask. 

“I might need a reminder.” He shrugs. You know that he had to see and remember what you showed Steven, Marc wouldn’t forget how to turn the pumpkin upside down and cut a hole in the bottom of it. That would be too simple to forget. So, you know that this was his way of comforting you through your own anxiety and emotions by giving you a distraction and you were grateful for it. 

“Yeah,” You say. “You’re an old man, of course you would forget this easily.” 

“You better watch it or I’ll ball up some of these guts in this bowl and throw it at you.” He says. You narrow your eyes at him. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Go ahead and fuck around and find out,” He replies. You reach for his pumpkin and turn it over. “You know what you’re going to carve yet?” You hum as you grasp the knife and stab into the fruit before beginning to hacksaw a circle into it. 

“I think I’ll carve the Big Dipper or the Cassiopeia constellation. Whichever looks cooler with the candle light inside of it.” You tell him. He places his hand on your arm and you let go of the knife before he takes over. You guess that it was his way of telling you that you were going to hurt yourself and he didn’t want that. You honestly wouldn’t want that for either of you, so you were glad that he was taking over since he had more accuracy than you.

You turn your own pumpkin over, “Do you mind if you do mine next?” 

“I refuse.” He says as he pries out the bottom of the pumpkin with the knife and places the bottom of it on the counter before crossing the few steps to your own and beginning to cut into it. You watch him silently as the sound of the knife sawing around the pumpkin and the news broadcast on the television fills the air between you. You mumble a thanks as he pries out the bottom and steps away from the pumpkin for you to begin gutting it. You scrunch your noses at the slimy texture of the guts as you pull it from the sides and place it into the container Steven provided. Later, you will have to sort through it for the seeds to cook it for a snack and that wasn’t something you were looking forward to, but whatever gets you those damn seeds you will fight for.

“Do you know how to drive a car?” Marc asks. You grab the scraper in hopes that it would be hell of a lot easier to loosen the guts from the wall. 

“No.” You say. “I know the basics of it. Like there's a pedal for gas and one for break, and there's a steering wheel that you turn to go wherever. But I don’t know much more than that.”

“Would you like to learn?”

“Learn what?”

“Learn how to drive.” He states. You pause in your movements and look at him, he was continuing to pull the guts out of his pumpkin like what he said didn’t faze him at all.

“What car are you going to teach me in?” You ask. 

“I might know someone.”

“Someone.” You say. “Like a sketchy guy?”

“In a sense.”

“Marc.” You say. “Are you serious?”

“Well, yeah. You need to learn how to drive and get from point A to point B.”

“Yeah, I agree with that-”

“-Good-”

“-But, you want me to drive some sketchy person's car?” You say. “You want me to get involved with someone who you deem sketchy and trust worthy enough to drive their car.”

“...Yeah.” He says. You drop the scraper onto the counter and stare at him incredulously.

“How do you even know this person?”

“They helped me with supplies and rentals for missions when I had them.”

“Rentals.” You state. “You rented cars from this person?”

“Kind of, yeah.”

“Did you return the rentals?”

“No.” He says. “They were seen at the crime scenes so I drove them off into whatever the closest largest body of water I could find.” You almost rub your face with your hands as an exasperated sigh leaves you.

“Y’know what, if you could find something that’s less sketchy and I wouldn’t get cross-referenced to any crime, I’ll be down for you to teach me how to drive.” You say. “But, I am not getting more tangled in a mess because you “rented” a car from someone you deem sketchy.”

“Fair.” He says. 

“Besides, if I get pulled over while driving a stolen car, I will be absolutely pissed. I don’t have my permit and I will be fined and maybe even arrested.”

“True.” He says.

“Are you listening?” You ask and watch him glance away from his pumpkin and to you. 

“Yeah.” He says. “We’re not going to put you at risk. Getting you hurt or in danger or put in jail was never our intention.” You decide not to bring up their threats of returning you in for fraud. 

“And?”

“And what?”

“You’re not going to try to get me to drive in a stolen car.”

“Okay.” He says. “Deal.” He holds out his hand and you try not to show your disgust as you see the slimy pumpkin guts cover his hand. You place your hand on his arm and he grasps your own with his hand. You shake once before you let go and brush off the guts on your arm with a towel.

“You want to watch Over the Garden Wall with me this weekend?” You ask. He hums and nods once. 

“Yeah.” He says. “Actually, only if you don’t hog all the marshmallows from the Lucky Charms this time.”

“Oof,” You say. “That’s a hefty price. You’re asking for a lot.”

“I’m only asking for what’s fair.” He replies. “You took all the marshmallows from the box and you only left the grains.”

“As I should, the grains are gross.” You say. “But I did make a deal with Steven to eat all of the cereal and not just the marshmallows in the store. So, I suppose that I will share the marshmallows with you.”

“You’re going to give me mostly the grains aren’t you?”

“You don’t know that. Stop making assumptions.” You say. 

“You fucking are. You’re a table thief and a marshmallow bandit.”

“Okay, but one of those was not intentional.”

“You took a table from some kids setting up a lemonade stand.”

“You don’t know that. They could have just placed it outside to draw the scenery around them.” 

“You still took a table.”

“I thought it was free!” You defend yourself. “Jake intentionally took a colored bulb from someone and I don’t hear you speaking about it. Your alter is a light bulb thief.” 

“Yeah, but at least he took it from someone who deserved it. You? You took a table from some kids.” 

“I’m never going to live this down am I?”

“Not while you’re stuck with us.” He says. “You never answered, marshmallow bandit. Is it a deal or no deal?”

“It’s a deal.” You say. He holds out his arm to shake on it and you narrow your eyes on his gross slimy hand. “I’ll take your end of the deal as a promise. I am not letting you touch me with your slimy, gross hands.” He lurches towards you with his hand outstretched. 

“Don’t you fucking touch me.” You hiss out as he stalks towards you and you back away. “Marc.” He speeds up a bit and you turn around and run away as he chases after you. “Marc!” You yell as you run through the apartment and his footsteps follow yours. Laughter leaves you as you dodge furniture and the man chasing after you. 

---

You finished carving your own pumpkin by the time it hit five thirty. You decided on carving the Scorpio constellation to challenge yourself and because you thought it looked better than the Cassiopeia. You were right and very satisfied when you placed the pumpkin over the lit candle and it immediately became one of your favorite carvings you have done the past holidays. Marcs looked good, he put some detail on the pumpkin by taking some of the paint Layla left and tracing the shapes of the face to make it pop out more. You thought that Jake wasn’t going to show because Steven began to talk about dinner and what to make when there was that shift you were hoping for. Jake stood in front of the open fridge, his back straighter than Stevens and his movements more precise and quicker than his alters. He shut the door and swiveled on his heel. 

“You got a pumpkin waiting for you.” You gesture to the fruit sitting on the counter as you sort through the guts in the bowl for the seeds. He doesn’t say anything as he slides the fruit towards him and grabs the knife you were using earlier before stabbing into the bottom of the pumpkin and sawing quickly. You watch him pry out the bottom with the knife before dropping the knife to the counter and scooping out the guts with his hands and placing it on the counter rather than the bowl. You wrinkle your nose at the thought of the guts being on the surface of the space you use. But you decided not to bitch to him about it because you were worried that it would piss him off enough to go back into the headspace and leave you to clean up the mess. 

Your eyes trail to the television broadcast, you can hear the reporter talking about the fire that happened in Birmingham at the end of August from where you stood. You push yourself off of the counter and walk towards the television, not bothering to shoot a glance at Jake as you pass him. On the screen, you saw the footage of the fire and the confirmation of sixteen bodies being found in the rubble of the building and the newscaster speaking about how this was a tragedy and an electrical fire was the cause of the accident. You weren’t prepared for the pictures of the victims flashing on the screen. You stare at the photos with wide eyes and a parted mouth. 

These were photos from before their lives were taken, your eyes scanning the three rows of almost six, searching for someone you may recognize from the grocery store or a person who rode the morning route to work or a customer you may have served. Your breath catches in your throat as you spot the lady from the bus stop and that one who ordered a sandwich from your work picture was glowing on the screen. She looked completely different from how you remembered her, she looked more happy in the photo than she did when she asked if Ammit could judge you. Underneath her photo was her name and as much as you were okay with a cult being killed for the greater good of humanity, it somehow became much more personal now that you knew her name. 

Amanda Bright, her name was Amanda bright and she looked like any other person you interact with in the city; and that was terrifying. You reach for the television remote and hit the power button, the sudden silence of the apartment, save for Gus' fish tank, was deafening. You turn on your heel and walk back to the kitchen, resuming the same place you leaned against the counter as Jake continued to take out the guts of his pumpkin. You watch him quietly as thoughts raced through your mind of the news footage you just watched. You could have sworn that they said seventeen people were estimated to be dead last time and today they said sixteen and showed sixteen photos. So, number seventeen was that kid that Jake let go, the kid that was your age and in a cult rooting for a goddess they believe can be released. 

There was another kid mixed into these tangled strings, Elias Dean. He was the one who was killed at Towers Bridge. Why did he die? What did he do? Why kill a kid in this mess? What was the point of killing a child? You bite your cheek at your thoughts as you watch Jake continue to pull out the guts of the pumpkin quietly. How did a child get tangled in these strings? 

And wasn’t Elias the same name as Marcs, Steven, and Jake's father? That can’t be a coincidence, can it?

“Elias Dean,” You say. “That was the name of the kid that was murdered at Towers Bridge. What happened?” He doesn’t look at you as he continues his activity for a while. You thought he was going to ignore you and you were willing to let that slide, you could ask him another time and give him this day to not talk about his missions. You have come to a decision that Jake chooses to do stuff that would inevitably protect the system and the people the system cares about, if he did murder Elias Dean, he had a reason for it. You doubt that he would kill a  kid after letting number seventeen go. 

“He was standing up to Harrow's cult when I arrived.” Jake says, nearly startling you when he spoke. “They didn’t like what he had to say so they pushed him off.” Fun, a kid who figured out right and wrong and tried to correct it and got murdered because of it. It sounds awfully like the U.S justice system. 

“He has the same name as your dad.” You say. “Do you think that’s a coincidence?”

“No es mi padre.” Jake says, his tone a bit harsh. You spare a glance at him and catch his gaze. 

“He’s not my dad.” He says. You both shared eye contact for a moment, his eyes were intense and you would have felt intimidated if you didn’t feel as comfortable as you do with him now. 

“Okay,” You say. “He’s not your dad.” You don’t know what happened to Marc's brain to cause it to create several people. But, you weren’t going to press for it, whatever it was that happened had to be traumatic because DID forms when a person goes through something really rough; so, whatever happened in their past you don’t want them to relive it or recount it to you until they are comfortable with you enough to open up to you and that’s if they ever become comfortable.

“Damn straight.” He says. 

“But, you know him as Elias. My question is-”

“Yeah, I know what your question is and I can tell you that I don’t know.” 

“You don’t know?” You ask. 

“Sí, no lo sé.” He says. You know a little Spanish from freshman year of high-school, so you know the first part of it which makes you think that he is indeed confirming that he doesn’t know. You look down at the recipe for snickerdoodles before reaching for Millie and rolling the duck in your hands as you think of his answer. If he does know, he has a reason for hiding it from you and you should trust him on that decision to keep you in the dark on this. If you were in a cult and knew the identity of Mr. Knight, which has to be impossible in the first place because Mr. Knight always wore a mask; and if he did show his face, it would absolutely be the last thing his victims see. So, how likely would it be if you found out the identity of Moon Knight? Low chance, maybe twenty three percent out of one hundred. Not completely zero but not great chances either. 

You open your mouth to speak when he cuts you off, “Can we talk about other things that don’t have to do with my nine to five job?” You almost stare blankly at him due to his question. It threw you off track and derailed any thoughts you had about his statement that he doesn’t know why the Tower Bridge victim shares the same name with his biological father. 

“Can you teach me Spanish some time?” You ask. “I know a little from freshman year but not a lot.”

“You want me to teach you my language sometime?” He asks and you nod. 

“I would like to speak to you in your first language, yes.” You say. “You learned English and I would like to learn Spanish.”

“Okay.” He says. He reaches for the knife and begins to carve into the pumpkin. You watch him silently for a few moments, wondering if he will go through his agreement when he asks, “What’s that?” He juts his chin towards your pumpkin.

“It’s the Scorpio star constellation.” You say, trailing your eyes to your pumpkin “It looked a lot cooler than the Big Dipper constellation.” 

“I’ll teach you Spanish if you teach me constellations.” He says. You understood what he meant, he doesn’t want to feel like he’s being friendly to you by teaching you his first language but rather trading knowledge for knowledge. You were fine with that. 

“Okay,” You say. “It gives me a chance to be a nerd and to use that telescope you bought me, thanks by the way.” He grunts and you place Millie onto the table. “Also, thanks for that light bulb.”

“It’s no problem, table thief.”

“Light bulb thief.”

“I can take that back from you.” He warns. 

“No thanks, I would like to see in my apartment even if the lighting is a bit ominous.” You say. His brows furrow. 

“I thought all kids like colored lighting. Isn’t that in every teenager's bedroom nowadays?”

“You sound old, like your age is really showing in your words.”

“Shut up.” He says and you laugh which soon turns into a screech when he flicks the pumpkin guts at you. You give him a disgusted look when you take the towel and rub your cheek where the guts landed. 

“That’s rude.” You tell him, only half joking. You drop the towel to the counter as you watch a small smile spread across his face. “What are you carving?” 

“A cat.” He says. You smile a little and shift your eyes to it. It was hard to see how it was going from where you stood, but you don’t want to wander closer to him and make him feel like you're criticizing his work. So, you watched him from a distance and tried to gauge his expressions for progress, but nothing came of it. 

“What type of cat?” You ask. 

“The typical black cat for Halloween,” He shrugs. 

“Do you like cats?” 

“Always wanted one.” He says. 

“Well, what’s stopping you?” You ask and he gives you a look. Right, being Khonshus bitch and not wanting to front more than he has to. But, this right now, says something entirely different. This was the longest he has ever been willing to be fronting outside of being Mr. Knight. Maybe, your pep talk for him getting his own life and being deserving of it gave him a kick that he needed. You don’t tell him any of that, but you were about to open your mouth to nag him into getting a cat or beginning to feed the strays in the neighborhood if he wasn’t already when the caller ID for Layla glowed on your phone. Her photo was set to one that she sent to the group chat when she was in Switzerland. 

“Layla's calling, I have to take this.”

“You don’t have to take it, you want to take the call.” He corrects and you shake your head. 

“No, I have to.” You stick your tongue out at him as you swipe the accept button and bring the phone up to your ear. “Hey, Layla.”

“Hey, I’m going to be in London tomorrow. Do you want to go to the mall or something?” 

“You’re going to be in London tomorrow? Are you deadass?”

“Absolutely, table thief.” You can hear the smile in her voice and it makes you feel giddy. 

“I thought you weren’t going to be back for a much longer time.” 

“Change of plans. The deal was closed early.” She states and you hum. You don’t bother to ask if it was closed early because the deal went well or terribly wrong because someone got killed. “Do you want to go?” You nod fervently. 

“Yeah! Of course. Oh guess what?” You laugh and you can feel the excitement building up in your body for tomorrow. You get to go to the mall and go with Layla. You miss her a lot despite not trying to miss her. Oh man, you get to see her tomorrow. You glance at Jake and he has a soft smile on his face, or maybe he looked to be in a decent mood. Either way, he wasn’t frowning or looking like a frog at the moment.

“What?” She asks and you imagine her with a grin on her face. 

“Jake stole a light bulb for me.” You say and this time she's the one who laughs.

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☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon for eddie!

ty for sending this in!! this is a fun one!!

likes:

his favorite movie genre is horror, the gorier the better too (and he says he hates romance movies, BUT that's a lie and his guilty pleasure movies that you can pry from his cold dead hands (too soon? dfjksd jk jk he is ALWAYS alive and well in my mind <3) are when harry met sally and you've got mail (he's got a soft spot for meg ryan okay? she just GETS to him.) (also YES ik these movies come out way later but whO CARES HE'S ALIVE TO SEE THEM SO.)

his favorite food is lasagna, specifically the lasagna that wayne made for him the very first night eddie came to live with him. wayne isn't the best cook and he doesn't like to do it much, but if there's one thing he KNOWS in the kitchen it's how to make a damn good lasagna.

eddie also GREATLY enjoys breakfast for dinner, it is one of life's simple joys and he indulges in it whenever he can.

he also likes chaotic food combinations (e.g. syrup AND hot sauce on his scrambled eggs, bananas on his pizza, if he liked pickles (he doesn't) he'd be into pickles and peanut butter), also not a weird combination but he is definitely that bitch that dips his french fries in his ice cream/milkshakes.

he likes spicy food even though he cannot handle very much of it, but he refuses to let that stop him and he WILL suffer through it (and make it everyone's problem)

he likes tomatoes and steve hates tomatoes, so steve always asks for tomatoes on the side instead of no tomatoes completely so he can give them to eddie.

he loves to sleep in, the morning sun is a CURSE and waking him up before double digits on a weekend is something EVERYONE quickly learns NOT to do. the ONLY person that can get away with it (and even then, it's still rocky) is steve, and there are loooots of bribes involved.

eddie likes the color green most, but yellow is a close second (that only jumps to the top so quickly because of steve), and he also likes red a lot too. (he, of course, loves black too, but he IS a colorful bitch when he wants to be!! and he is full of surprises!)

halloween is his favorite holiday!! he loves to go all out and decorate and dress up and go through his queue of halloween movies and he enjoys handing out candy and seeing all of the cool costumes the kids are wearing too.

he loves metal music, obviously, but his music tastes vary greatly outside of metal too. contrary to popular belief he does genuinely like some of the kitschy bubblegum pop that steve likes to play, and he also has a soft spot for the more bluesy, folksy stuff that he grew up on. he ALSO is a not so secret dolly parton fan (thank you wayne, for that)

he likes it when people touch his hair, but only people he is comfortable with (i.e. steve, the girls, the party). he lets el and max braid his hair, likes it when robin scratches at his scalp when she can't keep her fingers still, and he always lets steve get his hands up in his mane — running his fingers through it when it's smooth, gently detangling after a show, curling his finger around a strand, tucking it behind his ear, gripping onto it and tugging when they're getting hot and heavy.

and, of course, his more obvious likes: metal music (duh), dnd (duh), lotr (duh), fantasy genre in general (duh).

dislikes:

waking up early (of course) lol. he'll do it if he absolutely has to but he WILL complain about it and he will NOT be a ray of sunshine.

he doesn't like organized sports of any kind — of the amateur or professional kind. phys ed fucking SUCKED and he refused to participate, and there is no WAY he would take any of that shit up by choice either. he does NOT follow or watch any professional teams either, and the superbowl/world series/nba championships/WHATEVER are his least favorite times of the year lol. THOUGH, he does end up making an exception to all of this for steve, because as much as he hates sports, he loves steve, and steve loves sports. so whenever steve wants to hit the court, eddie will go with him and he's absolutely shit at basketball, but it's actually not so bad when he's doing it with steve, or with the kids too. and same with watching sports, he doesn't understand the rules or really care too, but he loves how enthusiastic steve gets about it, and he'll jump up and cheer with steve when his team scores a touchdown or whatever (especially because steve's team winning means eddie's gets looots of excited, happy celebratory kisses lol)

in a similar vein, eddie hates running. he does NOT understand people who choose to do it for fun, he thinks they're masochists (and not the fun kind) and also have something wired wrong in their brains to make them actually enjoy that kind of physical activity. it's just so boring. BUT. he is whipped enough that every time steve (who IS one of those weirdos that enjoys running — and seriously, eddie haaad to go and fall in love with a jock what is wrong with him??) wakes him up with the sun, somehow already so awake and far too peppy for this hour, and asks him sooo sweetly to join him on his morning jog, eddie just does not know how to say no, no matter how much he wants to.

eddie also does not like houseplants. not because he dislikes plants, but because he is SHIT at taking care of plants. like, no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, every single plant he has ever owned has died on him. he's even managed to kill a succulent. so yeah, he has the opposite of a green thumb and he and houseplants just Do Not mesh, so he Does Not like them.

he dislikes pickles GREATLY. thinks they're fucking disgusting (and he's RIGHT). he also hates raisins because "why the FUCK would i eat a raisin if i could eat a grape?? why would someone suck the juice out of a grape and leave the skin?? that's nasty! no one likes that!!"

he also haaaates it when people try to gatekeep music. he thinks people should be allowed to listen to and enjoy whatever music they want, and they can be as big or as little of a fan as they want too. people don't need to dedicate their whole entire lives to the metal scene in order to like black sabbath or metallica or judas priest. if someone likes a couple of their songs that's fucking cool and that's it. if it's something they're passionate about then that's fucking rad or if it's something they aren't ridiculously into but can appreciate that's cool too. it doesn't make anyone more or less of a fan. he also hates it when people criticize other people's music tastes. like, there's nothing wrong with some gentle ribbing about someone's music taste, but the second it turns from lighthearted teasing to GENUINELY trashing someone for the music they listen to he gets reeeeeal mad about that. because who the fuck cares what kind of music a person listens to and loves?? the fact that they found something they're passionate about is all that matters. and there's no need to be dicks about that.

eventually (not for a while, but it Does happen later in life), he too has to get glasses and he Does Not like them, but every time he starts to complain about them and call them stupid and ugly steve tells him he's not allowed to like them on him and hate them on himself, especially since they drive steve just as crazy as steve's glasses drive eddie. that helps, that definitely helps.

Headcanon meme

[arisuinhell]

Halloween special 👻

Putting this up a day early!

Happy Halloween! Let's see what some of the AiB crew are up to!

Characters: Arisu, Chota, Karube, Niragi, Last Boss

Warnings: None

Arisu 🎃

He spends the day trying some new DLC on a zombie game until it's time to go and see the guys.

He forgot to get a costume, he had the intent but.. yea. So he panics and manages to find some weird mask he got from a convention and an old tshirt with holes in it.

Spends the rest of the night getting roasted by Karube for his lack of effort, but he has fun anyway.

With you, its probably horror movies and pizza. If you're feeling adventurous you might go to the arcade but the bed is comfortable and its busy outside.. If you got really bored you'd probably paint little ghosts on his face whilst he's engrossed in a game. He doesn't care as long as you're happy.

Trick or Treat?

"..what's the trick?.. I just wanna see first before I commit.. "

Karube 🎃

Of course this big kid has gone all out and is throwing a party at the bar. It basically looks like a haunted house with the amount of decorations he put up. No costume? No entry! You think he'd go through this effort, including a special drinks menu just for people to turn up in casual clothing? (Looking at you Arisu..).

He thought for a long time about his outfit, eventually settling on being the devil. It's gonna take a very long shower to get that red paint off.

If it's just the two of you, you can bet he's planned an extravagant date night. Horror themed resturant, scare maze.. You want to stop by that bakery and get all the Halloween donuts? Sure thing, anything for you!

Trick or Treat?

"Trick 😈"

Chota 🎃

This poor guy cannot catch a break. He has to sit and listen whilst his mother explains the horrors of Halloween, how it's a gateway to hell and how he absolutely should not participate in anything glorifying the day.

He smiles like the good son he is and walks with her to the church, declining her offer to spend the evening praying for sinners.

He turns up at the bar without a costume but don't worry, Karube had planned for this so he's presented with three costumes to choose from and settles for some Kamen Rider get-up.

Spending halloween with you would just be at home carving pumpkins and watching spooky cartoons. All soft and cute activities.

Trick or treat?

Treat, please!

Chishiya 🎃

Not participating. What do you think he is, a child? He has better things to do with his time, and that time is currently being wasted by treating the idiots who got too drunk at parties and (his personal favourite) a guy that got stabbed though the hand whilst carving a pumpkin. He had to try really hard to not tell him that's exactly what he deserved.

If you were important to him and he wasn't working, he might tolerate one or two decorations in the house providing they are gone by the morning, and if you insist in baking spooky cookies for him, fine, he'll have one. Just don't expect much more than that.

And don't even think about putting those cat ears on him. Seriously, put them down.. Stop it. He will scratch.

Trick or Treat?

"Is the treat you leaving me alone?"

Niragi 🎃

Why wouldn't he love Halloween? 1000's of girls in Shibuya dressed as nurses?? Absolute dream. He'll spend an hour drinking on the street with some friends before heading to some high-class bar in Kabukicho where lonely, rich housewives in rabbit and cat costumes will more than welcome his advances.

His costume? Just fangs. That's all he needs ;)

Halloween together? If you dress up, he will too, he's a sucker for couples costumes. Just don't wear anything too skimpy, that's for Niragi to enjoy only.

You'll spend the evening at a club, unless that isn't your sort of thing, in which case you can spend the night at home eating candy and maybe later you can show off that outfit~

Trick or treat?

Do you really have to ask? 🔪

Last Boss 🎃

Get out your tiny violins because this guy is spending it alone. He doesn't actually mind because it gives him a chance to catch up on some reading. He'll probably pick some kind of short story collection, or maybe Poe..

He liked halloween as a kid when he'd dress up with his friends but it stopped being fun when they moved away and he became quite shy.

What if he wasn't alone? You're spending the night watching true crime documentaries, because what's more horrifying than the atrocities caused by the human race? You sit quietly and carve pumpkins, his being the best, and then just sit in blankets and talk about anything that comes to mind. Cute & wholesome.

Trick or treat?

..treat?